Please vote for the poem you like best by April 15, 2012.
Please note that those who submit an entry agree not to reveal their identities until the end of the competition.
Good Luck!
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Please vote for the poem you like best by April 15, 2012.
Please note that those who submit an entry agree not to reveal their identities until the end of the competition.
Good Luck!
Those are some really excellent poems, and picking just one out of them is a difficult task, but i've thought about it for a while and made my choice - but everyone who submitted should be proud of their work!
I agree, they're all very good indeed. I had a few I was particularly torn between but I have cast my vote. Good luck everyone :)
I enjoyed them all as well.
Amazing turn-out with these poems, incredible talents.
I haven't forgotten this contest, but let's keep it open until the weekend.
I agree with the others that there are some very good poems here. None that I would call perfect, as there a few errant lines and forced rhymes, but the variety of tones and voices and styles is wonderful. It was hard narrowing it down, and it took several rereadings to decide, but in the end I voted for the one that struck me most on the first reading. :)
I would like to thank everyone who has turned out to vote. Since there is a tie I will keep the contest open til Wednesday at 8.pm., at which time, regardless of the voting, it will be closed.
Again, thanks, y'all, for your interest and perusal, which is meat and drink to every writer.
It would depend entirely on what one means by "perfection". My rather simplistic definition of a perfect poem would be one in which I can't imagine any change that would make it better. I actually think there are a lot of poems that fall under that heading. Individual standards would vary, of course.
This poll is now closed.
Congratulations to the winners of The Beginnings and Endings poetry contest:
Between, by PrinceMyshkin AND Gastric Beginnings by Delta40.
Between
Between the beginning and the end
is the part we cannot bend:
the living and the loving,
the being and becoming.
Picture yesterday;
picture tomorrow:
one has hope,
the other...
Gastric Beginnings
Autumn leaves
might sweep across
the old jarrah floors
of tumble down houses
while chickens get blown
around the yard
but we still cluck, clack and
laugh together
through the seasons,
as each new,
fresh laid egg
is brought to the table.
I would like to thank everyone who participated, either by writing a poem, and submitting it or by voting. It is this interest and participation that keeps this site active, alive, and growing.